<< BACK TO RELAY ONE LOG A tiny Mr Swarm crept across the wall and was trying to reach Mr Swarm's doorknob, stealthily making running leaps, scattering up the door, and sliding down again. Hex and I tried to keep from snickering, but finally he gained enough purchase to twist the knob and swiftly slid into the room. I'd been trying to convince Super Hex to let us use her tarot to play poker without making any progress, something about "the spirits not being a game" and "respecting traditions." So I began an inventory of the contents of my pockets. * the dusty remnants of some sort of cracker * two rubber bands, one broken * five smoke bombs * one of Commodore Bob's miniature communicators (even connected to the ship it received nothing but static, with the distorted refrains of "Big Hunk o' Love" from Elvis "live via satellite") * a button that doesn't match anything I'm wearing * one silver dollar, of unknown origin Mr Swarm came out, acknowledged us and knocked on Cranium's door. It opened a crack, he had his towel around his waist, they mumbled to each other a bit, then Swarm joined us. A few lingering miniature Mr Swarms joined him as he explained what his spy found. Largely, nothing. The place was abandoned, but there were a few locked doors he couldn't circumvent. Commander Cranium walked out of his room waggling his pinkie in his ear. "Cleanliness brings purity of mind, What have we discovered?" Hex spoke her piece and told us about her readings. Mr Swarm, having split and experienced all seven histories at once, had no useful elaborations on her story except for his spies reports. He regaled us with the discoveries and advances in medicine and other science, and lamented the lack of concise instructions. He touched on a few major philosophers and their debates on the nature of being and becoming, then becoming something else entirely. Stories of monsters and gods. Religions worshiped the first invasion as the return of the ur-creator or vindication for years of recounting dozens of prophecies, others dreamed of the new knowledge they would acquire would appease their ancestors curiosity through their eyes. But soon they were soon subjugated, they had never considered their gods would be so demanding, many said they were monsters - until the resistance ships came, first with defenses, then with the cure, a biological weapon of some sort. New gods had offered new creations to fight the old gods. While Swarm was delving into new mysteries, Cranium had learned that the stone floor got too slippery to properly bathe in the sink and there weren't enough towels. I found that none of them seemed worried enough about mysterious beings dragging us out of space to their dead planet. "There isn't anything else to discuss, is there?" Cranium asked. No sooner than I opened my mouth, he pushed the button.